THE.AFFAIRS.OF.MEN . In a shanty ruin among the smoky shadows of oil lamps; beneath flowing robes and greying beards, parched lips and steeled hearts, hatred bloomed a flower of thorns. * Poverty and religion - the hungry love for a narrow god. Men of wisdom and gift plotted ruin to brash capitalism, greed; death to infidels and an alien creed. * A stroke of devious genius to harness high technology, the science of the mind and pure evil to guide gleaming falcons into beaming beacons of freedom optimism and unbridled ambition * .

Work turned death heroes turned martyrs a hundred storeys with twisted tales of horror pain endurance suffering and a million dreams go up in smoke and debris * Witness the silhouettes against a now unfamiliar skyline; what was is not, what was thought became naught. * Like beggars we pick up shreds the remnants of our dignity our possession our pride and limp some in some out of the dark enveloping haze into a setting sun. * While behind us below us about us within us the cries of disbelief the moans of agony and the deafening sounds of silence.. * If u have not lost how do u dare to even fathom the pain, if yours is not taken how do u dare to perceive the loss * When the belief of one becomes the death of another as in all battles between men, at whom do we point a finger on whom do we drop the bomb. **